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tennessoui · 2 months
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Asfsgdgf Sheari has to put up with so much SHIT from these clowns. I really have to wonder what she thinks about their case as we get further in. Because, like. Anakin's in two relationships. But he only married ONE of them.
"A marriage that demands your loyalty and prioritization" surely can't be too far off when Anakin has clearly prioritized Padme by marrying her... Does Sheari ever suggest that Obi-Wan would feel more secure in their relationship if Anakin married him too? Make it harder for Anakin to leave, give Obi-Wan equal standing, (shut both their brains down by just saying it) -- or would that be outside the boundaries of what's acceptable to address?
such a good question!!!
so the timing needs to be real perfect for this whole leg of the story - Sheari can bring up the marriage before obi-wan and anakin realize she thinks they’re together but she can’t really get into the meat of the marriage issue (aka by asking why anakin married someone else and not obi-wan when it seems to be the root of a lot of obi-wan’s anxieties about future anakin abandonment - anakabdoment if you will) because if she asked them point blank why anakin hasn’t married obi-wan or shown him he loves him in some legal and binding way equal to the marriage he gave Padmé, both anakin and obi-wan are going to be like well. cause we’re not in love,,,,or together,,,, to her face
And that’s not the way the story is going to go!! So before sheari can really ask about the marriage, anakin and obi-wan need to realize that she thinks they’re a couple and then they’re going to need to decide that they’re going to actively lie and pretend to be a couple so that they can keep seeing her because they’ve already been vulnerable with her and they don’t want to start over with someone else
and before that can happen, they need to actually be vulnerable with her over an issue that they would need her to know about but would be very reluctant to tell anyone or talk about
which is gonna be forthcoming in the next few chapters (as soon as they stop storming out of the sessions)
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berberriescorner · 1 month
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Asks Open...
Taking a little break from writing...
let's chat...
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What are y'all hoping to read about in the next part of "Are You Listening?"
What have been some of your favorite parts thus far?
I'll do my best to answer any responses without dropping any spoilers.
Also, what other fics are you looking forward to?
Who y'all obsessed with these days😆?
Drop it in the ask box my lovelies🫶🏾.
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keclan · 2 months
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cloud main quest: wow! after a full day at this wacky amusement park full of dance-offs, low poly fighting sims, and silly spooky haunted hotel, i’m ready to take a quick nap so i can enjoy a nice evening off in the funnest place on the planet and maybe even go on a little date with someone special
zack subplot:
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dmitriyuriev · 6 months
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Can't believe fgo gave Limbo machine-destroying shikigami bugs, but didn't have him so much as threaten to use them on the mechanical doll girl he's weirdly fixated on, it's a shame...
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unopenablebox · 1 month
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fantastic day. woke naturally around 10am, nutella croissant breakfast, spent the morning reading public domain books about the history of spanish knitting guilds, made fried egg sandwiches for lunch, took a three hour nap, had sex, lounged around aimlessly, took the train to chinatown for dinner, ate vegetarian dry pot spicy enough that i could feel my eustachian tubes, now lying around aimlessly again
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play-my-game · 9 months
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ofdustandashes · 8 months
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planet4546b · 5 months
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'perhaps i will write a little samira indulgence today' i say to myself as if this is somehow not allowed and she would not be a part of my nano. as if it is not literally all about her
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kiwibirdlafayette · 8 months
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im itching to infodump about the songs in the syndisparklez playlist again bc cats post got me thinkin about the delicious little bit of “behind the scenes” story between capsize, tom and jordan i wrote in my head to talk too much by COIN and violet by bad suns that is exactly the whole bit about capsize being jordan’s scapegoat (loving her bc he was in denial about tom) and tom’s side of it being absolutely fucking pissed and seeing right through it all
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ask-ursa-tonypeter · 8 days
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[DB AU Tony] how much of Pyrite!Peter’s life did you observe before deciding he was the one? What moment made you decide that he was the right choice?
Just enough. I didn't need much to know he was perfect. Intelligent, sweet, and still at that age where he needs a reliable father in his life-- Howard and that other version of me weren't cutting it. Watching them with him, I knew I could change his life for the better, and he would change mine too. I love being right.
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fleshedfear · 2 months
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“  to  be  honest ,  i  don't  usually  end  up  getting  lost  in  the  middle  of  bumfuck  when  i'm  traveling  alone ,  no .  first timer here . “  although  lee  wouldn't  really  classify  his  situation  as  lost  per  se , he's  just  in  a  little  bit  of  a ...  jam ——  you  can  say .  a  glance  taken  to  the  old ,  beat-up  truck  he's  stolen  a  couple  of  miles  ago ,   as  his  index  gestures  to  the  flat  tire .  first  a  couple  of  shady  townies  almost  using  him  as  their  own  personal  pickleball  for  refusing  to  give  them  a  lift ,  then  the  incessant ,  almost revolting  stomachache  knocking  at  the  door  of  his  guts ,  ( and  now  this  shit ? )  a  flat  tire  in  the  middle  of  an  empty  road ,  with  no  payphones  nearby  for  him  to  at  least  try  and  give  his  little  sister  a  call .  leaning  against  the  door  of  the  chevrolet ,  lee  squints  to  get  a  proper  look  at  the  person  standing  in  front  of  him ,  apparently  willing  to  give  him  a  helping hand .  hesitantly ,  he  shoots  them  a  charming  sided  smile ,  in a weak attempt to push the  wary  thoughts  aside for a second .  nobody's  helpful  just  because .  “  but  maybe  i  ain't  so  unlucky ,  and  you'll  give  me  a  ride  back  to  town .  ya  looking  to  do  your  good  deed  of  the  day ?  “
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direwombat · 5 months
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also i gotta say writing from augustine's pov is soooooooo funny because he's just. miraculously blissfully unaware of EVERYTHING that's happening in the county. also rip to this particular peggie who was forced to play dress up in order to maintain a ruse <3
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taxi-davis · 8 months
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On the pleasant shore of the French Riviera, about half way between Marseilles and the Italian border, stands a large, proud, rose-colored hotel. Deferential palms cool its flushed facade, and before it stretches a short dazzling beach. Lately it has become a summer resort of notable and fashionable people; a decade ago it was almost deserted after its English clientele went north in April. Now, many bungalows cluster near it, but when this story begins only the cupolas of a dozen old villas rotted like water lilies among the massed pines between Gausse's Hotel des Etrangers and Cannes, five miles away.
The hotel and its bright tan prayer rug of a beach were one. In the early morning the distant image of Cannes, the pink and cream of old fortifications, the purple Alp that bounded Italy, were cast across the water and lay quavering in the ripples and rings sent up by sea-plants through the clear shallows. Before eight a man came down to the beach in a blue bathrobe and with much preliminary application to his person of the chilly water, and much grunting and loud breathing, floundered a minute in the sea. When he had gone, beach and bay were quiet for an hour. Merchantmen crawled westward on the horizon; bus boys shouted in the hotel court; the dew dried upon the pines. In another hour the horns of motors began to blow down from the winding road along the low range of the Maures, which separates the littoral from the true Provencal France.
f. scott fitzgerald, tender is the night
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rwpohl · 7 months
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les nouveaux messieurs, jacques feyder 1928
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taardisblue · 6 months
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